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Unexpected Rhythm
🕑 Added 2025-08-08 03:39:02 +0000 UTCNewly arrived, with no friends and no plans, he'd decided to follow a whim and go out. What was the worst that could happen? At least he'd be around people.
The first club he found had fogged-up windows and music thumping with life. He walked in without thinking twice. Ordered a beer at the bar and turned around, leaning his elbows on the edge, just watching. The low lights mixed with spinning beams from the disco ball, and the makeshift dance floor was full of bodies moving in sync with the beat.
That’s when he saw her.
Sitting close to the dance floor, alone, she swayed to the music with a motion that was strange but mesmerizing. She wasn’t part of the crowd in the center, but didn’t seem out of place either. She moved her shoulders, her head, her chest with a rhythm so personal it was like she had her own song playing inside her. Her hair fell over one shoulder, and every now and then she leaned back and laughed to herself, like the world owed her nothing.
Julian couldn’t look away, curiosity pulled him in.
She noticed.
And smiled.
A tilted, playful smile, inviting him. Julian felt something shift in his chest. He grabbed his beer and asked for a second one, armed with more courage than a plan, and started walking toward her. He was rehearsing some witty comment in his head something about the music, maybe the drinks, but with each step, as the crowd shifted and parted, things became clearer.
First, he saw the wheels.
Then her legs, motionless on the footrests of a wheelchair. Then, closer, he noticed her hands.
The realization hit, but not with revulsion. It was surprise. Not because it made him uncomfortable, but because he hadn’t expected it. Nobody expects to find beauty in the edges of what’s considered normal. And yet there she was still smiling. Aware. Unshaken.
Julian slowed, hesitated a beat.
She tilted her head, still watching him, still smiling like she was reading every second of his internal debate.
Then, calmly, she spoke:
—“If you’re having second thoughts, now’s your chance to turn around.”
Her voice was low, textured, with a confidence that hit harder than the music.
Julian blinked, caught off guard.
—“Second thoughts?” he echoed.
She raised an eyebrow. Her hands barely moved in her lap, but her presence filled the space between them.
—“You looked like you were marching over here with a purpose. Then you saw this...” she motioned casually to her wheelchair, “and got that look. Like your GPS just glitched.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. Honest confusion on his face.
—“That’s not what I—”
She cut him off with a smirk.
—“Relax. I’m messing with you.”
Julian exhaled, half-laughed, and offered her the second beer.
—“You almost scared me off.”
—“Good,” she said, taking the bottle with surprising control. “If almost is all it takes, you weren’t worth my time.”
Comments
Art Vandaley
More angles please
Charles Puke
Yes, when I don't, i credit the original author or when I get inspiration from something else
Goddess Of All That She Encounters (G.O.A.T.S.E.)
Did you write the story?
